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people felt you had no life?
I realize I don't work outside the home but that doesn't mean I don't have plenty to keep me busy (and that I don't enjoy my free time as much as the rest of the working world).
I got home, last night, from spending the day with my mother (who had cataract surgery and, because of the anasthesia, couldn't be left alone) to find two phone calls from family. So, on top of taking my mother to her eye doctor, this morning, I have some (now overdue) paperwork to do (overdue because one of those family members that called just assumed I'd be free and could do the paperwork the day of the call) and I have to run to my father's house and pick up prescription medication that was sent to his home, in error, and mail it priority mail to Florida so he doesn't miss a dose.
Okay, end of mild snit.
A dream I had last night:
Hubby and I were living in a large apartment complex. He was across the street in another building doing some electrical work in another (friend's?) apartment. I went over there to talk to him about something and found myself in the midst of a real-life 'first person shooter' type role-playing game (think Half Life). Some part of me knew it was a game but part of me was reacting primitively to the running about with (fake) weapons so, when two guys started sneaking down the hallway toward hubby and I, I hugged the corner and attacked them as they came around. I stabbed them both in the carotid artery and, then, delivered a double fisted blow to the back of the head to drop them. Once the chaos was over, I realized what I'd done. First reaction: Hide the bodies! Second reaction, immediately following: I've murdered two people;I have to turn myself in!
Just about the time I'd decided to call the police and explain what had happened, someone came and explained to me that the two men weren't dead at all. The knife I'd gotten my hands on was fake (just as were all the weapons in the apartment) and they were just role-playing their deaths.
Whew.
Guess what bookcrosser was in my dream?! billsmith. Yup, he lived in the apartment complex, too. I didn't actually see him but I saw his car and just knew, as you do in dreams, that he lived there.
Good morning, everyone. The scuttlebutt around here is we might actually see the sun. I'll believe it when I see it. ;)
I realize I don't work outside the home but that doesn't mean I don't have plenty to keep me busy (and that I don't enjoy my free time as much as the rest of the working world).
I got home, last night, from spending the day with my mother (who had cataract surgery and, because of the anasthesia, couldn't be left alone) to find two phone calls from family. So, on top of taking my mother to her eye doctor, this morning, I have some (now overdue) paperwork to do (overdue because one of those family members that called just assumed I'd be free and could do the paperwork the day of the call) and I have to run to my father's house and pick up prescription medication that was sent to his home, in error, and mail it priority mail to Florida so he doesn't miss a dose.
Okay, end of mild snit.
A dream I had last night:
Hubby and I were living in a large apartment complex. He was across the street in another building doing some electrical work in another (friend's?) apartment. I went over there to talk to him about something and found myself in the midst of a real-life 'first person shooter' type role-playing game (think Half Life). Some part of me knew it was a game but part of me was reacting primitively to the running about with (fake) weapons so, when two guys started sneaking down the hallway toward hubby and I, I hugged the corner and attacked them as they came around. I stabbed them both in the carotid artery and, then, delivered a double fisted blow to the back of the head to drop them. Once the chaos was over, I realized what I'd done. First reaction: Hide the bodies! Second reaction, immediately following: I've murdered two people;I have to turn myself in!
Just about the time I'd decided to call the police and explain what had happened, someone came and explained to me that the two men weren't dead at all. The knife I'd gotten my hands on was fake (just as were all the weapons in the apartment) and they were just role-playing their deaths.
Whew.
Guess what bookcrosser was in my dream?! billsmith. Yup, he lived in the apartment complex, too. I didn't actually see him but I saw his car and just knew, as you do in dreams, that he lived there.
Good morning, everyone. The scuttlebutt around here is we might actually see the sun. I'll believe it when I see it. ;)
